CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
SCARLETT’S POV
I hated being back here; you know, that moment in life where you are constantly checking over your shoulder, afraid to even breath, believing that he could hear me and come after me. I was in the back of a cab, staring out of the window but really seeing nothing. The life I thought I’d left behind was now glaring at me. How was I was supposed to move on from this now when all I could see was him every corner I turned? All those times he’d lay his hands on me and I would endure it because I thought it was the price I had to pay to finish college. And that one time he came after my sister. I clenched my jaw, hands balled into fists as I pushed back the tears. This was not the time to cry. I had to get even and make sure he was gone for good this time.
